25.
It's probably not unusual to feel so poetic about a time so central to my 20s. Officially closer to 30 than 18. A quarter century full of complicated emotions and wasted time. Years putting off the things I knew were my only shot at living honestly. Blinded by the fog of apathy necessary for living only to survive. When you learn to take accountability, regret gives way to new emotions. These emotions settle to form a foundation for self-acceptance. No one said it's going to be easy. Do it scared, stupid. Stop running in place, paralyzed by comfortability, and jump in headfirst.
Wrote this little paragraph about turning 25 in the big 26 :) lots of feelings, I'm so grateful for everyone around me.